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Rushmore
04:09
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You wanted it to be perfect, these things never are.
So you made promises that you couldn't keep
in your heart.
And like the little child I was, hung on every single word
A future once so crystal-clear, bit by bit started to get blurred.
You slowly turned into someone that I don't recognise.
Looking at old photos of us now is like stepping into someone else's life.
Every word that you said, you promised you meant at the time
But I'm not sure what that means, there's always doubt in my mind.
Because nothing ever stays the same.
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2. |
Forget To Breathe
03:52
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The sunlight shines through the window but I'm still freezing cold
and every day I wake up feeling like I'm 100 years old.
I'm no longer 17, I'm no longer who I thought I'd be
I just waste everything.
It's no wonder that you left
I've done nothing with my life, I'm just a mess.
They say I shouldn't blame myself
but it's better than being angry at someone else.
So I'll take responsibility for everything that's wrong with me
and hope tonight when I go to sleep I'll somehow forget to breathe.
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Cold Calls
05:30
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I know you mean well and I know you're hurting too
But dragging this out won't help me and it sure won't help you.
'cause you've got a new friend, he plays guitar like me
but he's closer to you than I'll ever be.
You can hold his hand, you can share a bed,
go over to his room and get undressed.
While I'm in here in mine
drunk, alone and stuck in my mind.
The taste of your skin still burns on my lips but that's the way it is.
You say that you miss me too,
You still want to talk but I don't know if we can.
I'll be kept to the side, when you're with him I won't cross your mind.
But when you need help or a reminder
You'll come to me and I'll oblige because I'm that weak.
So I'm cutting you loose.
I'm setting you free.
Never again will you have to hear from me.
I could disappear, maybe even die hopefully I'll escape
your eyes and your mind.
Don't say goodbye
Don't say anything at all
Just leave me to get on with what's left of my pointless life.
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4. |
Knots
03:55
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These knots in my hair are getting thicker by the day
it's been that way since you told me you don't want to stay.
I still feel naked when i don't wear the bracelet that you made for me.
Lying in this empty bed, a concrete pillow under my head.
I find myself surrounded by the sounds of your body
writhing like it once did
When we'd meet with our bending knees.
I still know where to find all of the signs that you were here
your scent stained between my sheets.
I can't get it out of my head, like you probably already did.
I can't get you out of my head, like you've probably erased all we did in yours.
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5. |
Do You?
03:04
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Do you [...]?
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6. |
All That I Can Do
05:47
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Take me back to the time
when we lay in your bed until the morning light.
Just holding eachother's hands
and talking like we never would again.
Take me back to the time
when we went across state lines
to watch our favourite band perform.
You told me you would never leave
or let this die.
It all seems like such a distant memory
when I'm holed up in my bedroom just painting
and listening to every song that reminds me of your face.
And even though we still talk it doesn't feel like I'm talking to you.
You'll always be different in my eyes.
I hope that's fine with you
because it's all that I can do.
It's all that I can do because I'll never again be close
to you.
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7. |
I Saw You Last Night
07:03
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I saw you last night
when I lay down and closed my eyes.
So many things I'll never say to you
forever echo around this room.
I still feel as though I can walk down the street and see you
But I know you won't be there.
So I try all your favourite bars
I'd travel so far to see your face.
When did it get too much for you?
From the outside you always seemed to want to stay.
When did it become not enough to just stick around here?
When did it become too much for you to bear?
When did everything you feel and hold in your hands
become not enough to keep you here?
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